Mages Are Too OP

When he came to Elford's room, his environment was much better than Roland's small suite.

The area is much larger and the lighting is better. The most important thing is that the layout inside is quite luxurious at first glance.

Elford asked Roland to sit on a white animal-skin iron blanket chair. He sat there by himself, and then asked with a smile of two points of ridicule: "How does it feel to be wrongly framed?"

"It's okay." Roland said in a very ordinary tone: "It's not that such a thing has never happened before."

When I graduated and started working in the company before, didn't I also help my boss to carry a small culprit several times.

At that time, I was really depressed, and there was no ability to resist.

If you don't want to go back, you have to resign.

But here is different, the player itself is immortal, and Roland is not without the power to resist.

The reason why he cooperated with the actions of the black-robed soldiers was nothing more than the face of the red magic tower. After all, he is now a student of the red magic tower.

If he really feels malice, then he will definitely resist.

Seeing Roland's calm aura, Elford nodded in satisfaction: "You should understand now, as long as you have strength, you are not afraid of such nasty things, at least you have the ability to seek solutions to problems. That is, you don't need to be like May. Like a farmer, being killed in an instant, there is no need to be like a helpless commoner, just sitting there and waiting for something to happen."

Roland nodded.

It does.

If it is in a peaceful world, Menon is indeed a talent.

But this world is too dangerous.

Even in the magical association of Frans, he was almost assassinated in an extremely safe place.The strength of the individual is indeed very important.

Seeing Roland listen to the words, Elford said with satisfaction: "So, you should put more of your mind on combat magic, similar to Menon’s thoughts, similar to oil and water art. There are fewer spell models, and a lot of spells like the little blue fireball."

Roland thought for a while, and said: "But I am the son of gold, immortal, and most importantly, thinking like Menon is very helpful to my magic concept. The self-explosive fireball is more or less aided Skills in the subtle control of magic."

"That's it." Elford thought for a while, and said, "Then go ahead together. Menon is dead. There should be a lot of information in his room. Even if you like this knowledge, just go and receive it."

Roland stood up.

Elford thought for a while and said, "Mennon also has a wife who looks pretty good. If you don't find it bothersome, you can also take care of it. After all, it is a kind of gratitude to take short staff."

Roland nodded, walked to the door, and he turned his head abruptly.Because he found that Elford's words contained a strong'malicious'.

There is a kind of joking when the elders look at the younger ones when they grow up, or when they catch the younger ones.

But Elford's face was very serious.

An illusion?

Roland left the room, asked the guard on the aisle, and soon came to the room where Menon lived.

Menon is rich and the room he lives in is very large.

It is a superior suite.

As soon as Roland entered, he saw Menon's body in the middle of the living room, covered with white cloth.

Around this suite, there are four black-robed soldiers. They are responsible for protecting Menon's body and his family, as well as monitoring the property here, so that Mei's wife will not take them away.

After all, Menon has a lot of magic data research, which is classified as confidential.

On the bench next to her, a woman in a black dress was paralyzed asleep, weeping with her face buried in her face.

I can't see his appearance, but his figure is quite good.

The eyes of the four soldiers in black robes swept over the woman from time to time, and there was a vague *** in their eyes.

After Roland entered, he immediately attracted the attention of the four soldiers. One of them greeted him and asked, "Excuse me, who is it?"

In the Magic Association, those wearing magic robes are all first-class people, and they are not the little soldiers who can offend them.

"Roland."

The soldier immediately lowered his head and said, "It turned out to be Lord Roland. You have finally come. A powerful master told me that everything here will be yours. Now we can leave."

Roland shook his hands, took out a few silver coins from the space backpack, stuffed them into the soldier's hand, and said, "Thank you for taking care of them. Take care and drink."

"Thank you, sir." The soldier smiled openly, bending over again and again.

The other three soldiers also looked happy.

The three of them had only one silver coin for one month's salary, and they got a few in one fell swoop. Although they were not much after being divided, it was an extra income.

The four soldiers left thankfully, and helped Roland gently close the door.

The old man is generous, so naturally he wants to have fun.

Playing with the wife next to the deceased's corpse is so powerful that it is a big figure in the upper class.

Too good at playing.

The four soldiers admired it.

After the door was closed, the woman who was paralyzed on the bench sat up. She didn't dare to cry anymore, just hung her head and didn't dare to look at people.

Roland looked at the corpse in the living room, walked over, and pulled the white cloth away. Menon still had the look of death.

Sighing, Roland covered the white cloth.

Then he walked to the woman and said, "I am also very sad about Menon's death. I want to ask, besides your wife, what other family members or relatives does Menon have."

"He has his family, his father, mother, two brothers and a sister in Dronswa County."

Roland thought for a while and said, "That's it. You can take all the belongings in it, except magic materials, and go home. As for how to divide the belongings, that's your business."

At this time, the woman's face turned pale, she rushed to Roland's side, holding Roland's legs in her hands, raising her head and crying in panic: "Sir, don't drive me back, or I will die. Menon My father will make me a pottery figurine and bury me with Menon. Please, please, don’t drive me back."

Roland was stunned: "What's the matter?"

The woman said the cause and effect immediately.

The territory of François is very large, the south is terribly hot, and the north is always cold.

To the west is the Desert Kingdom, and to the east are the Green Sea Islands.

With such a large territory, the customs between counties are not the same.

There is a custom in Dronwa County, where Menon is located. If the wife does not leave a child when the husband dies, then the unqualified wife must be buried with the husband and continue to have children in hell.

Of course, this custom is not absolute. If your wife is powerful or your natal family is powerful, you can avoid death.

And this woman is the daughter of a businessman.

Without that energy.

Menon is dead and has no children. If there is not enough identity to accept her, then she must die.

It's useless to escape.

The Mei Nong family is also a powerful noble family, as long as they are willing, as long as they don't escape from the kingdom of France, there is always a way to find her.

After all, some magic can be used to find people, such as small wishing.

In other words, half of this woman's sadness is for her husband and half for herself.

When her husband died, she could hardly survive.

"Beatrix, right?" Roland thought for a while, and said: "I can bless you for a while, and even take you to Holleven to live anew, are you willing?"

Beatrice nodded vigorously.

"Then you can tell about Menon's funeral." Roland looked at the corpse next to him and said, "Let me take a look at the magic information inside."

"Okay." Beatrice pointed to the room on the right: "That is Menon's study. All his materials are in it."

Roland took a breath and walked into the study.

This room is quite big, although it is far inferior to Stephanie's basement library, but it also has a dozen bookshelves.

There were a lot of handwritten books on them. Roland flipped through a few and found that the handwriting was all the same.

This shows that it is the work of the same person, which should be Menon's.

Roland threw all these books into his system backpack, almost filling the backpack.

Then he took the manuscript and looked at it, and he was fascinated.

Menon loves to do research, so his experience is quite dry.

If the magician's experience collected by the big horse is a good'commodity', then these books are excellent'research materials', and experts are easily fascinated by it.

Roland is like that.

He observed word by word, for fear that one word would be missed.

Forget about time, forget about hunger.

It wasn't until Beatrice, who was already too hungry, knocked on the door and came in, gently pulling La Roland's sleeves, that he was awakened from the content of this book.

"Well, ah!" Roland looked around and found that the scenery outside the window was a bit dim, so he said, "So it's already night."

"No, it's already the next morning." Beatrice, with red eyes, said timidly: "You haven't moved all night."

"One night, then why didn't I notice that it was dark..."

Roland suddenly looked up and found that there was a light ball above his head, which was condensed by his own magic power.

He was so fascinated to see, he subconsciously released a ball of light after dark, without knowing it.

Roland put the book back in the system backpack and asked, "Have you finished the funeral of the Mei family?"

Beatrice folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen: "I have asked someone to send it back to Dronwa County in a carriage, using the hands of the Mercenary Guild, which I can trust."

Roland sighed, he felt that Menon died too pity.

These research materials are really useful.

"Then you will go with me next?" Roland looked at Beatrice.

"As long as you don't dislike me." Beatrice thought for a while and said, "Your Excellency, please follow me."

The two walked to the living room. Beatrice looked at a big white bag and dragged it out under the bench, then squeezed it onto the table and opened it. There are a lot of gold and silver coins inside: "Your Excellency, these are Menon’s property. It’s all I can find, now it’s all yours."

Roland glanced at it and found that there were at least hundreds of gold coins in the pile, and there should be about two hundred silver coins.

This is a huge sum of money.

"You are his widow, the money is yours."

Beatrice's eyes widened: "But I am already yours. Of course these gold coins belong to you."

Ok?

Roland felt wrong subconsciously, he seemed to be pitted by Elford.